a hard right punch takes me off guard
i duck best I can
but i can never see it coming
the acid in their stomachs rises to their mouths
and translates into poison
because they need, so badly, to spit
making this whole garden look like compost.
shit's just shit
i think
but more than anything i want the sun to burn
off all the ugly,
it's the light i count on
and once my feet get warm
it's just a matter of small time
until my ears burn.
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